I know it doesn't really matter as much as it used to, not like it ever really did-- but it's a bit of a tease-- being Scholar with a default "Good" rating. It's been that way for a really long time, years even. At first I thought, "Oh yes. I am close now." -- yet it never happened. What a strange kind of limbo I am trapped in. I'd be happy if I could just know how close I am to finally becoming a
I don't really expect it to happen. I mean, it's fitting. I am still the loathsome, unlikable and unsavory single guy who *********** to anime-- just now I'm grown up a bit, married with children, and completely desensitized to "anime" in such a way that it no longer registers in my brain as erogenous.
I still say a lot of really dumb things, but if a tree falls in the woods and no one's around to give him a hard time for it, is it still dumb? I'm going to say "yes." Yes, it is. --because stupid is as stupid does. That's what my momma always said. "I can't sit normally in this chair without losing about 40% of my reasoning ability." he cried loudly with propane, and propane accessories. Clean and efficient, like robots-- DD free with no strings attached, that one. I can't tell you how many times I shucked that shoopuff. Howdy. There's only so many licks before the crispity crunchity butter fingery butter fingering center of the lollipop guild's very own Colonel Sanders. That's why we're here, you know-- because hold the line. Shrimpin ain't easy, but someone's going to get you look out! Oh, sacred cow, give me the strength to pasteurize thy milk and butterize thy holy toast. In the name of the plumber, get hooked on the brothers- the brothers- the brothers! Can you not? There are plenty of alternatives just waiting for you to just stop feeling fucking sorry for yourself. I occasionally enjoy Chinese food. This one time at sad camp, this guy came into our castle and totally snooged all over our nice new banana raincoat wearing ***** god I can't stand her they turned her into a loli she's supposed to be a ******* news anchor or something what were they thinking!? I swear if I hear one more complaint about post dramatic shock stinking up the car again I'm going to eat that taco I found in the parking lot again. It's ok though because I used protection, kind of. It doesn't matter anyway. --not with the way the Canadian government is handling our frick frack snick snacks. It's certainly not getting any clumsier in Detroit's whether mixing machine lately tralala~ðŸŽµ my ding-ding dong~ðŸŽµ may we meet again someday I dare not say hey is for horses Eddy stop don't you realize you're hurting me?